And now, right before her eyes, someone had suddenly thrown out so much money for nothing, saying it was all for them and asking for nothing in return. How could she possibly refuse? In truth, even if this person had some ulterior motive, she would... consider it carefully.
And this young man before her was actually offering a free lunch. Madam Zhang felt as though a pie had fallen from the sky and struck her on the head. Well, she was dizzy with it.
She struggled to suppress her coughing and stared straight at this young man, who stood a head taller than her. She stared into his pure eyes. After a long while, she sagged a little. Those pure eyes were like a spotless blue sky—no, even clearer than the blue sky. Within that purity, she could even see the blazing flame of passion in the young man's heart. This time, Madam Zhang truly began to believe him, to believe that this young man was helping them without asking for repayment.
Only began to believe, though.
Beside her, Ji Xiaohua asked again in an excited, tear-choked voice, "Young master, are you really giving all this silver to this lowly one? Really?"
Zhang Xiaohua turned to look at the bald-headed boy and said with a smile, "Of course it's true. I decided it the moment you went to the teahouse to eat pastries."
The instant Ji Xiaohua heard this, he leapt up and cried, "Young master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was wrong, I misunderstood you! Wait here, really, wait here!"
With that, he shook free of the hand clutching his mother's and bolted out of the courtyard.
"Xiaohua!" Madam Zhang shouted after him, having no idea what her son had done wrong or what he was going to do.